Fic: "Of Salt And Shore" for ladyblack888
Happy witchwinter, ladyblack888!
Title: Of Salt And Shore
Author: ?
Recipient: ladyblack888
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andromeda/Bellatrix, brief implied Andromeda/Narcissa
Word Count: 1,509
Warnings: borderline hate-sex, mild chan (Andromeda’s 14, Bellatrix 16)
Summary: Andromeda always reminded Bellatrix of the ocean, harsh and unforgiving, yet beautiful when touched by the sun.
Author’s Notes: I hope you enjoy this, ladyblack888! :)
Andromeda always reminded Bellatrix of the ocean, harsh and unforgiving, yet beautiful when touched by the sun. In the moments that she’s alone, she disregards what became of her older sister. Bellatrix knows who her sister really is. She wasn’t sorted into Slytherin on a foolish whim, after all. Andromeda was born and raised strong by Druella while Bellatrix was raised by her father. She had the name of a hunter, the name of a warrior, while Andromeda was connected to a myth that seemed to serve no other purpose than to proclaim that she needed to be saved. Andromeda never needed anyone, and that’s what makes Bellatrix so angry sometimes. She was supposed to be the older sister, the one in control, but it never ended up that way. Andromeda stole the reins at every opportunity, making her stand out to her parents while Bellatrix stared from the shadowed corner of the room, nails digging into her palms. She felt best when she drew blood, and quietly licked her wounds while Andromeda flashed a private smirk in her direction.
Bellatrix refused to ever say that she hated Andromeda, because that would mean her younger sister would be victorious. Their games were all about taking and establishing control, and surrendering to something as vulgar as blind hate wouldn’t be fun for either of them. When Bellatrix went to Hogwarts, their games paused, but resumed every time Bellatrix returned home for the holidays. Even at ten years old, Andromeda plotted out every move, stealing the letters Bellatrix sent to their parents in order to find out if anything was bothering her dear sister. It gave her plenty of ammunition, and Bellatrix loathed that more than anything. She wasn’t foolish enough to think that their parents weren’t aware of the games they played. It was survival of the fittest, a chance for them to see which of their daughters had the true strength of the Black family.
Narcissa was never involved in their squabbles. She was a non-combatant in a raging war, an innocent both sides tried to save. Bellatrix had considered trying to sculpt Narcissa in her image, but realized in disgust that her baby sister was far too gentle for the types of games she and Andromeda played. Andromeda was far more subtle; giving her younger sister gifts and reading stories to her before she went to sleep, kissing Narcissa on the cheek and promising that everything would be alright. Narcissa was too young to think of protesting and attached to Andromeda, following her around like a puppy eager to please its master. Bellatrix tried fiercely to undo the damage, but Narcissa was being carefully groomed to tend to Andromeda’s whims, and Andromeda refused to tolerate any resistance. She circumvented Bellatrix’s plots with a maddening ease, and even when Bellatrix tried Andromeda’s way of gentle gestures, Narcissa only clung tighter to her rival.
It became worse when they were both at Hogwarts. Bellatrix thought she would have an advantage with two more years of schooling than Andromeda, but her sister merely used her cunning to get Bellatrix in trouble. She wasn’t against getting points stripped from Slytherin house if it meant that Bellatrix would somehow suffer. While Bellatrix was becoming quite striking like her father, Andromeda had the cold beauty of their mother and the charisma to match. Teachers believed her rather than Bellatrix almost instantly, used to the brusque and sometimes violent behavior Bellatrix was quite fond of, even at thirteen. Andromeda played her cards with a surprising amount of caution, knowing to hold back unless the timing and execution was to her exacting standards. This frustrated Bellatrix to no end, driving her to bouts of paranoia. She always was looking over her shoulder, and caught Andromeda hiding in the shadows more than once, a pleased smile on her face. Oh, how Bellatrix wished to wipe that smirk off her face. Andromeda would look so much more beautiful if she was screaming.
This went on for three years, and although Bellatrix had become quite skilled in detecting her sister’s plots and schemes, Andromeda was a jack-of-all-trades, stooping to levels Bellatrix had never expected, not of a Black heir. With Narcissa in school with them as well, she became a pawn. One night, Bellatrix was wandering through the Slytherin dungeons, struck by insomnia as she often was. It was then that she went into one of the rooms of the lower years and caught Andromeda in bed with Narcissa. They weren’t fucking like Bellatrix had expected, but Andromeda was reading from a thick tome of ancient myths, her arm possessively wrapped around Narcissa’s waist. She pressed gentle kisses to the top of Narcissa’s head and down her jaw, just enough to make her younger sister shiver and insist on staring at the aged pages of the book. Bellatrix was so tempted to simply lunge out of the shadows and place her hands around Andromeda’s neck until she begged for mercy with every breath. She stroked her wand to try and comfort herself, thinking of casting the Cruciatus curse on everyone within eyesight.
It was after that that their games shifted. Something in Bellatrix had snapped after that night, even if she hadn’t made that personal realization. The next week, when the majority of Slytherin house was at a Quidditch game against Gryffindor, Bellatrix snuck into Andromeda’s dorms, knowing that her sister cared not for the game. She was proven right when she found Andromeda lying in her bed, flipping through the same book she had been reading to Narcissa just days before. Bellatrix cast a silencing spell on the door to the dorms so the lone occupant of the common room wouldn’t hear anything unusual and stalked over to the bed, yanking the curtains back. Andromeda jerked around in surprise, instantly slamming the book shut. Bellatrix growled and climbed onto the bed, abandoning her wand to press her lips fiercely against Andromeda’s. Her sister gasped against her lips, and Bellatrix felt pride in the fact that she had finally managed to shock Andromeda. That faded the second she heard her sister whisper the word finally against her lips.
That enraged Bellatrix to no end and she bit down fiercely on Andromeda’s lower lip, relishing the sweet metallic taste of blood. She felt like the monster coming to devour the innocent chained to a rock at sea, but she knew that Andromeda was no innocent. There was no Perseus to save her now. She stifled a noise of surprise when she felt Andromeda tearing her robes away, exposing pale flesh to the candlelight. Soon they were both stripped of their clothes, and Bellatrix forced herself to tear herself away from Andromeda to grab her wand, planning to bind her sister to the bed. Andromeda yanked her back fiercely and sank her teeth into Bellatrix’s shoulder. Bellatrix groaned and shuddered as she felt Andromeda’s tongue moving over the reddened bite mark she’d left in her flesh. Andromeda, who had been taller than Bellatrix for the last year, forced Bellatrix down and grazed her teeth down her sister’s collarbone, raking her nails down Bellatrix’s stomach and feasting on the gasp that left Bellatrix’s lips.
“You’ve had this a long time coming, Bella dear.” Andromeda whispered into the curve of Bellatrix’s neck. “This has been years in the making.”
“I’m going to tear you apart,” Bellatrix snarled.
“Try me.” Andromeda said, wicked intent obvious in her eyes.
Bellatrix tried to sit up only to be shoved back down. Andromeda dragged her nails down her sister’s thighs, forcing her legs open with a strength Bellatrix wasn’t aware that she possessed. She refused to remain passive, however, and when Andromeda leaned down, Bellatrix eagerly bit down on Andromeda’s throat, pleased by the near-whimper that left her younger sister’s lips. It was obvious that this wasn’t Andromeda’s first time, but that didn’t surprise Bellatrix in the least. When Andromeda thrust a finger inside her, she barely silenced a moan and tried to refrain from bucking her hips. This was just another game, and she had no plans to surrender. Andromeda added another finger a moment later, her palm pressing against Bellatrix’s clit. Bellatrix dug her nails into Andromeda’s back, her hips now rocking against Andromeda’s hand.
Despite the fact that she was fighting it every step of the way, it didn’t take long for Bellatrix to cry out and orgasm around Andromeda’s fingers. She clutched desperately at her sister, biting down hard on her lip until she tasted blood. As she came down from the high, she licked a line down Andromeda’s throat, the faint salt of sweat on her tongue. It reminded her of the ocean. Bellatrix knew that she had been lost to the unforgiving waves of Andromeda’s plans and desires, but wasn’t sure if that mattered anymore. She lay back down on the bed, trying not to pay attention to the fact that Andromeda was lazily licking her fingers clean.
“I hate you,” Bellatrix finally said in defeat.
Andromeda simply smiled in victory.
Title: Of Salt And Shore
Author: ?
Recipient: ladyblack888
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andromeda/Bellatrix, brief implied Andromeda/Narcissa
Word Count: 1,509
Warnings: borderline hate-sex, mild chan (Andromeda’s 14, Bellatrix 16)
Summary: Andromeda always reminded Bellatrix of the ocean, harsh and unforgiving, yet beautiful when touched by the sun.
Author’s Notes: I hope you enjoy this, ladyblack888! :)
Andromeda always reminded Bellatrix of the ocean, harsh and unforgiving, yet beautiful when touched by the sun. In the moments that she’s alone, she disregards what became of her older sister. Bellatrix knows who her sister really is. She wasn’t sorted into Slytherin on a foolish whim, after all. Andromeda was born and raised strong by Druella while Bellatrix was raised by her father. She had the name of a hunter, the name of a warrior, while Andromeda was connected to a myth that seemed to serve no other purpose than to proclaim that she needed to be saved. Andromeda never needed anyone, and that’s what makes Bellatrix so angry sometimes. She was supposed to be the older sister, the one in control, but it never ended up that way. Andromeda stole the reins at every opportunity, making her stand out to her parents while Bellatrix stared from the shadowed corner of the room, nails digging into her palms. She felt best when she drew blood, and quietly licked her wounds while Andromeda flashed a private smirk in her direction.
Bellatrix refused to ever say that she hated Andromeda, because that would mean her younger sister would be victorious. Their games were all about taking and establishing control, and surrendering to something as vulgar as blind hate wouldn’t be fun for either of them. When Bellatrix went to Hogwarts, their games paused, but resumed every time Bellatrix returned home for the holidays. Even at ten years old, Andromeda plotted out every move, stealing the letters Bellatrix sent to their parents in order to find out if anything was bothering her dear sister. It gave her plenty of ammunition, and Bellatrix loathed that more than anything. She wasn’t foolish enough to think that their parents weren’t aware of the games they played. It was survival of the fittest, a chance for them to see which of their daughters had the true strength of the Black family.
Narcissa was never involved in their squabbles. She was a non-combatant in a raging war, an innocent both sides tried to save. Bellatrix had considered trying to sculpt Narcissa in her image, but realized in disgust that her baby sister was far too gentle for the types of games she and Andromeda played. Andromeda was far more subtle; giving her younger sister gifts and reading stories to her before she went to sleep, kissing Narcissa on the cheek and promising that everything would be alright. Narcissa was too young to think of protesting and attached to Andromeda, following her around like a puppy eager to please its master. Bellatrix tried fiercely to undo the damage, but Narcissa was being carefully groomed to tend to Andromeda’s whims, and Andromeda refused to tolerate any resistance. She circumvented Bellatrix’s plots with a maddening ease, and even when Bellatrix tried Andromeda’s way of gentle gestures, Narcissa only clung tighter to her rival.
It became worse when they were both at Hogwarts. Bellatrix thought she would have an advantage with two more years of schooling than Andromeda, but her sister merely used her cunning to get Bellatrix in trouble. She wasn’t against getting points stripped from Slytherin house if it meant that Bellatrix would somehow suffer. While Bellatrix was becoming quite striking like her father, Andromeda had the cold beauty of their mother and the charisma to match. Teachers believed her rather than Bellatrix almost instantly, used to the brusque and sometimes violent behavior Bellatrix was quite fond of, even at thirteen. Andromeda played her cards with a surprising amount of caution, knowing to hold back unless the timing and execution was to her exacting standards. This frustrated Bellatrix to no end, driving her to bouts of paranoia. She always was looking over her shoulder, and caught Andromeda hiding in the shadows more than once, a pleased smile on her face. Oh, how Bellatrix wished to wipe that smirk off her face. Andromeda would look so much more beautiful if she was screaming.
This went on for three years, and although Bellatrix had become quite skilled in detecting her sister’s plots and schemes, Andromeda was a jack-of-all-trades, stooping to levels Bellatrix had never expected, not of a Black heir. With Narcissa in school with them as well, she became a pawn. One night, Bellatrix was wandering through the Slytherin dungeons, struck by insomnia as she often was. It was then that she went into one of the rooms of the lower years and caught Andromeda in bed with Narcissa. They weren’t fucking like Bellatrix had expected, but Andromeda was reading from a thick tome of ancient myths, her arm possessively wrapped around Narcissa’s waist. She pressed gentle kisses to the top of Narcissa’s head and down her jaw, just enough to make her younger sister shiver and insist on staring at the aged pages of the book. Bellatrix was so tempted to simply lunge out of the shadows and place her hands around Andromeda’s neck until she begged for mercy with every breath. She stroked her wand to try and comfort herself, thinking of casting the Cruciatus curse on everyone within eyesight.
It was after that that their games shifted. Something in Bellatrix had snapped after that night, even if she hadn’t made that personal realization. The next week, when the majority of Slytherin house was at a Quidditch game against Gryffindor, Bellatrix snuck into Andromeda’s dorms, knowing that her sister cared not for the game. She was proven right when she found Andromeda lying in her bed, flipping through the same book she had been reading to Narcissa just days before. Bellatrix cast a silencing spell on the door to the dorms so the lone occupant of the common room wouldn’t hear anything unusual and stalked over to the bed, yanking the curtains back. Andromeda jerked around in surprise, instantly slamming the book shut. Bellatrix growled and climbed onto the bed, abandoning her wand to press her lips fiercely against Andromeda’s. Her sister gasped against her lips, and Bellatrix felt pride in the fact that she had finally managed to shock Andromeda. That faded the second she heard her sister whisper the word finally against her lips.
That enraged Bellatrix to no end and she bit down fiercely on Andromeda’s lower lip, relishing the sweet metallic taste of blood. She felt like the monster coming to devour the innocent chained to a rock at sea, but she knew that Andromeda was no innocent. There was no Perseus to save her now. She stifled a noise of surprise when she felt Andromeda tearing her robes away, exposing pale flesh to the candlelight. Soon they were both stripped of their clothes, and Bellatrix forced herself to tear herself away from Andromeda to grab her wand, planning to bind her sister to the bed. Andromeda yanked her back fiercely and sank her teeth into Bellatrix’s shoulder. Bellatrix groaned and shuddered as she felt Andromeda’s tongue moving over the reddened bite mark she’d left in her flesh. Andromeda, who had been taller than Bellatrix for the last year, forced Bellatrix down and grazed her teeth down her sister’s collarbone, raking her nails down Bellatrix’s stomach and feasting on the gasp that left Bellatrix’s lips.
“You’ve had this a long time coming, Bella dear.” Andromeda whispered into the curve of Bellatrix’s neck. “This has been years in the making.”
“I’m going to tear you apart,” Bellatrix snarled.
“Try me.” Andromeda said, wicked intent obvious in her eyes.
Bellatrix tried to sit up only to be shoved back down. Andromeda dragged her nails down her sister’s thighs, forcing her legs open with a strength Bellatrix wasn’t aware that she possessed. She refused to remain passive, however, and when Andromeda leaned down, Bellatrix eagerly bit down on Andromeda’s throat, pleased by the near-whimper that left her younger sister’s lips. It was obvious that this wasn’t Andromeda’s first time, but that didn’t surprise Bellatrix in the least. When Andromeda thrust a finger inside her, she barely silenced a moan and tried to refrain from bucking her hips. This was just another game, and she had no plans to surrender. Andromeda added another finger a moment later, her palm pressing against Bellatrix’s clit. Bellatrix dug her nails into Andromeda’s back, her hips now rocking against Andromeda’s hand.
Despite the fact that she was fighting it every step of the way, it didn’t take long for Bellatrix to cry out and orgasm around Andromeda’s fingers. She clutched desperately at her sister, biting down hard on her lip until she tasted blood. As she came down from the high, she licked a line down Andromeda’s throat, the faint salt of sweat on her tongue. It reminded her of the ocean. Bellatrix knew that she had been lost to the unforgiving waves of Andromeda’s plans and desires, but wasn’t sure if that mattered anymore. She lay back down on the bed, trying not to pay attention to the fact that Andromeda was lazily licking her fingers clean.
“I hate you,” Bellatrix finally said in defeat.
Andromeda simply smiled in victory.